Lord Of Martial Arts

"Bastard!" Darren roared and slapped the superior fiend who had been speaking.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the superior fiend was sent flying. With a heavy thud, he crashed into the rocks of the mountain.

"How dare you act like this?! Men, let's arrest him!" Only then did the other superior fiends finally realize what was going on. They immediately turned to seize Darren.

"Do you have a death wish? You really have no respect for Fiend God Carnot. As his trusted follower, I came to your territory. Even so, you dared treat me this way!

Have it your way, then. I believe that he will cancel the meeting soon,"

said Darren. Before coming out, he had already come up with a plan. He had disguised himself as the emissary of Carnot. This would make it easier for him to get the information he needed.

"What? You...you work for Master Carnot?"

"Cut the crap! Do you want me to teach you a lesson?" Darren said coldly.

"I'm sorry for being impolite. I'm going to report this to our emperor. Please wait a moment."

Since Carnot, the great fiend god, was involved, they suddenly showed Darren some respect. They needed to report to their emperor immediately.

A moment later, a gust of wind holding the aura of the fiend race suddenly ru

at the old fiend meant. He wanted to detain him here.

"You misunderstand me. I just want to be a good host. When our emperor gets back, he could ask those higher-ups about the situation, and then we can send you back. It won't be too late."

It was obvious that they didn't want to let Darren go. The matter was too great for them to just let slide.

"Well then, serve the wine. I'll have a drink with you." Since he was not allowed to leave, Darren decided he would wait. He would use the opportunity to assess the fiend emperor's strength once he got back. The old fiend gave him a small smile.

"This way, please."

In the underground palace

"Has that emissary arrived?"

A fiend clad in golden armor, full of killing intent, sat on the throne. He was sipping wine from a dark, golden cup.

"Your Majesty, he is here. He is the emissary of Carnot. Why don't you go see him? Master Mooney asked him, and he said that Carnot had sent a message saying that this group of humans should be transferred," a fiend reported, kneeling in front of the emperor.

Crack.

The fiend emperor crushed the wine cup into pieces.

'What should I do? Is it him?' the fiend emperor thought to himself.

In those moments, he was trembling with fear.